Make me a sandwich
Put everything on it
It tastes pretty bad. It tastes pretty bad. It tastes pretty bad.
Glory to the Campbell’s soup can
I’m buying cos I can.
My clothes have a blue whiteness. Do I need a witness?
Tell me Tell me Tell me who I am
God has become a twenty-inch window
I sit down, I switch on
Open my mind as I soak up
And the truth is only money deep
I’m crazy while the world weeps
TV man have a lot of fun
Speaking in a forked tongue
Tell me Tell me Tell me who I am.
Keep on driving I don’t need a ride from you
Keep on moving I wont have a dance with you.